“Ooh isn’t the bride too sweet?”

I was surprised to hear that there are quite a few famous actors who never watch their own performances. Morgan Freeman is one such person. He says that he never feels comfortable watching himself perform and therefore never watches any of his movies. I found this to be quite fascinating, for in a way, it did ‘hit home’ even for me.

 

I have come across many people who don’t like to be photographed. Though I don’t have any major issues regarding being photographed, I do have certain reservations regarding being filmed. A real ‘nightmare’ scenario for me is the thought of having to be filmed on my wedding day. Weddings as a whole make me rather apprehensive, but the thought of hundreds of eyes staring at you, commenting about anything they can possibly comment on makes me quite uneasy.

 

Why can’t we just get married in peace these days? Why do we need the whole ‘extended Paparazzi family’ there too? One thing is for certain, there would be one vacant seat when my friends sit down to watch the wedding clip.

 

‘Mr. Freeman, wherever you may be right now, I feel your pain’.

Uhh…some excuse is better than nothing no?

Dear All,

 

Right then, where were we now? First of all, I need to thank all my Space friends who came in search of me in my absence and trust me on this, when I say that this wasn’t some kind of ‘twisted scheme’ on my part, to try and see whether I would be missed or not, though I must say that I am touched that I wasn’t forgotten like every other dead person is a week after his funeral….

  

My disappearance unfortunately though, wasn’t due to something extreme and ‘Charlie’s Angelish’, as that would certainly have been a more interesting read and might possibly have gotten me more sympathy. I have no broken love affairs to report of (not even good ones for that matter), nor was I captured by terrorists with demands that the government would never heed to. I wasn’t ‘lost’ in a plane crash and nor was I a victim of some grave political injustice.

 

The fact of the matter is, that I was just plain…….well uhh, just plain busy due to my new job. *(Hides behind the couch, expecting a hail of rotten tomatoes to clean him up)

 

So I come to you begging for your forgiveness for being away for so long and for ignoring everyone of you nice people who have been with me for a long time on this ‘journey’ that we have all undertaken.

 

So here’s kicking ‘busy’ up its behind! 

 

Regards,

 

Your touched Space pal,

 

Christopher.

My new symbiotic relationship

Splitting headaches, a sore throat, runny nose and a general feeling of ill health, almost overshadowed my first week at my new work place. While I am full of praises for my new employers, I have rather less love for my ‘unwelcomed guests’.

 

The otherwise soothing cold air of our indispensable airconditioning only acted as a catalyst for my cold causing micro rioters. With every breath of cold air that I inhaled I could literally ’hear’ those kill joys having a prom night. The end result is that I return home feeling like a poorly embalmed imitation mummy, while ‘they’ never felt better.

 

As I sit here with a tissue box close at hand, wishing I could send the germs to the recycle bin, all I can say is that I am quite sure that the germs would have enjoyed the first week at work as much as I did.

 

One thing is for certain though, only one of us has an appointment letter. I just hope it remains that way…

‘So sick of love songs so tired of tears…….’

We are all a bunch of drama kings and queens, this I am certain of. I feel that as a species, we seem to gravitate towards emotional highs and lows. We seldom seem to be happy with status quo. We need to have drama, we crave it, search for it, and whenever possible even try to create it.

I have been forced to put up with soap operas such as the Bold and the Beautiful for heaven knows how long now! They keep showing one woman sleeping with and then crying over every man on the cast. This has been the main storyline since the soap’s conception, ten, fifteen years ago. But the irony is that a lot of females actually watch such soaps passionately.

Then you get those cheesy songs on the radio, "I’m so sick of love songs, so tired of tears" the guy keeps wailing. Normally you might consider such lyrics to be the lyrics of an utterly incurable ‘heart and head in the gutter’ pessimist, but guess what? Everyone loves it! They air it so many times, that I myself feel like crying along with him.

So what gives? If we aren’t in love, it seems we should be heart broken and in absolute agony. But why? why can’t we just be happy with our lives? Why do we need to be such drama kings and queens?

Maybe I should just find myself a pseudo girlfriend to cry over. Heck, that way, I might even learn to like that song….

Hitler’s dream was to become an artist…..

I was reading yet another great blog by my buddy Billy, where he mentions very eloquently and aptly that we should always remember our ’ABCs’; i.e. ‘Actions Beget Consequences’. He also goes onto say that all actions and consequences are interlinked.

 

It suddenly dawned to me that in a way, Newton’s third law; ‘Every action has an equal and opposite reaction’, when taken from a society’s point of view, could also go some way in shedding light on whether an individual’s destiny is ‘fixed or flexible’.

 

Since we have the ability to make our own choices in life, we obviously play a part in our own destiny, i.e. the part that is ‘flexible’. But mankind by making collective choices, creates cosnequences, which could result in the part of destiny that isn’t in our individual hands, which to each individual is ‘fixed’.

 

Case in point: Santa Claus or ‘Saint Nicholas’, through his own actions created a destiny of joy and excitement for millions of children henceforth. At the same time, each child has the choice of believing or disbelieving in the legend that is Santa Claus.

 

Therefore one might say that each individual’s destiny is created by others choices interlocked with their own.

 

Recenly I was extremely lucky to get a job at a top notch firm. Thankfully some bloke made a ‘choice’ that he would change his job, leaving an opening for myself, which I ‘chose’ to accept.

 

And maybe, I should choose to shut up now…..

‘Eight Points On My Perfect Lover……..Oh Dear!’

Well I have been tagged and my friend Saurabh is insistent that I don’t take a pass on this one…

 

Well Saurabh, this one is for you……….You owe me big time bro!

 

1. Cries when she watches Titanic:  Her feelings should run deep. She should be someone who appreciates romantic gestures and reciprocates likewise. She should also have depth in her character.

………………..Paris Hilton, Pamella Anderson? Thank you very much, but I’d rather be gay.

 

2. She should treat others well: You can always judge a person by the way they treat people who aren’t useful to them. I don’t want a girl who treats others like ‘used diapers’, even if she is nice to me.

 

3. "Hey honey, TomKat had their baby!": I really would like a girl with some substance and the ability to have a fairly intelligent conversation when it is called for. And no, that doesn’t include conversations about Tom Cruise or Scientific birth.

 

4. Sincere, Open, Honest, self confident, emotionally balanced and Warm: A girl without warmth is like eating cold food……..the experience can be rather uninspiring, while a girl who is moody can drive a man to extinction.

 

5. Physically and emotionally compatible:  Translation: Hopefully better in the looks department (for the sake of our kids) and someone who would tolerate my eccentricities (for the sake of myself)

 

6. Someone who can do the mumbo:  My mom says that I used to dance while I was in the womb (I seemed to have lost the ability once I came out……….)

 

7. "What’s for dinner honey?": Well, all my married friends say that it does help if your wife can actually cook…….or at any rate, pretend that she cooked the meal.

 

8. "It wasn’t me..":  I don’t have the time or inclination to be doing paternity tests……….loyalty to one another is everything.

 

Ohh…….and did I say she should love me?

“When the crystal ball gazes at you”

"This is why it doesn’t pay to be a the good guy Spiderman, because you always have to do the right thing!………What are you going to do now? In one hand I have your girl and in the other, I have so many innocent people…….Whom will you save Spiderman??!! Whom???!!" The Green Goblin’s ‘ecstasy’ was never more evident than when he was holding a dangling cable car full of people in one hand and Spidey’s sweetheart in the other.

 

I recall that scene in Spiderman, simply because he (Spidey) was really in a ‘soup’ right then. But Spiderman being a superhero, he didn’t have to choose, all he had to do was to use his super agility and save them all, including the love of his life. Unfortunately, for us mere mortals, this isn’t an option; we have to always make choices in life, even when they are extremely hard to make.

 

I am at a stage in my life where suddenly I am at cross roads and I have a major decision to make regardig my career path. The result of my decision either way, is most certainly going to affect a major part of my future, if not the rest of it.

 

The only thing I try to remember in situations such as these, is that one thing we can never fight, is our Biology. We will always be who we are deep within and whatever choices we make should always take take that into account, for if not we will forever be restless deep within.

 

Now, if only I was bitten by a radioactive spider…